Firefly and Bird
|Early one Evening the sweet voice was heard,|
As it sat on a twig, of a carolling bird.
|When it spied something glittering there on the ground|
It flew to the place and a firefly it found.
|The firefly said: “Bird of the musical charm,|
Take your sharp beak away: do a poor one no harm,
|Allah granted you song and gave the flower scent:|
That same Allah to me did my lustre present.
|My being is hidden in garments of light,|
The zenith of creatures that flutter in flight.
|If your dulcet note has of Heaven the ear,|
The eye of that Heaven sees my gleaming clear.
|While Nature with sparkle did cover my wing|
It gave you the song that charms hearts when you sing.
|It instructed yours beak in all musical grace|
And made me the torch of the garden’s space.
|Flashing it gave you: to me it gave voice.|
My portion is radiance: in song you rejoice.
|Radiance and song in this world are not foes;|
They cling to each other in harmony close.
|Creation’s firm frame is compact of the two:|
All heights and all depths are to both alike due.
|They mingle together to make every thing;|
In this garden from both comes the beauty of spring.”
Translated by: H.T. Sorley